Hunted by Zeke Connor
Suzanne woke slowly to find rough fingertips stroking over her skin. She tried to pretend that she was still asleep, but her pretence was spoiled when the fingers traced over her nipples and she moaned as the callused skin aggravated her bruises. Her assailant slid his palms fully against her breasts and squeezed, and Suzanne instantly recognised the hands as Sasha’s. She leaned her head back and relaxed into him, trying to avoid provoking his aggression.
Sasha slid one hand up into the girl’s hair and pulled her head upright, then leaned in and kissed her. She moaned again, arched against him until he slid both hands to her arse and held her against him. He started to grind against her slowly; he was aching to be inside her straight away, but he wanted her to beg this time. She broke the kiss and whimpered “Oh God, Sasha!” into his ear, her breathing ragged. He smiled smugly, slid his middle finger into her mouth and let her suck for a moment until it was slick with her saliva. He slid it over her clitoris for a couple of seconds, then pressed gently.
Suzanne yelped as Sasha stroked, easing his wet finger inside her. The pain inside her had lessened considerably since she woke up and his movements inside her were beginning to feel good. She knew that she shouldn’t let him do this, that she should fight or scream or do anything but cooperate, but when he touched her like this it took away the pain from the rest of her body. And that was worth an awful lot right now. He continued to stroke until she was squirming, dangerously close to orgasm. And then he stopped.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered into her ear hoarsely. Suzanne whined, a pained look on her face, but he wouldn’t touch her.
“Please let me come,” she whispered softly. She was shocked at hearing the words come out of her own mouth, but the temptation to avoid pain for a few moments was overwhelming. Sasha stroked his finger over her clitoris again slowly, but only once.
“Is that all you want?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Then tell me. What do you want, baby?”
Suzanne closed her eyes, her cheeks burning in shame. “I need you inside me,” she whispered, and he stroked her again in encouragement. She moaned in pleasure.
“You can do better than that,” he whispered, and she sighed shakily. She knew what he wanted her to say.
“Please fuck me, Sasha,” she whispered. After another moment, she added: “hard.” He growled softly at that, slid his tongue back into her mouth and kissed her, his mouth bruising hers brutally. She arched against him again and opened her mouth as she kissed back. Sasha reached up and released her wrists from the rope again, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
He didn’t speak as he carried her back to the room and locked the door behind them. He set her back down on her feet and threw her against the wall, pinning her with the weight of his body. He slid his hand into her hair, holding her so that she had to look him in the eye.
“Tell me again,” he growled, his eyes burning into hers. Suzanne felt a wave of heated shameful pleasure ripple through her body at the thought of having to repeat herself while looking into his eyes. She remained silent for several moments, too embarrassed to say what he wanted to hear.
“Fuck me,” she eventually whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. Then louder: “Fuck me hard.” Sasha shuddered in response and pressed his mouth against Suzanne’s ear, giving her some much needed privacy without compromising the intimacy of their embrace.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled again. “Do you want to be on top?”
“No,” she replied, and Sasha smiled against her ear.
“You want me on top of you?” he asked softly, and Suzanne had to slide her hands to his shoulders and cling on to stop herself from feeling faint. “Do you want my weight on top of you, holding you down? Do you want to feel dominated, baby?”
“Oh God,” Suzanne whimpered as Sasha whispered into her ear. “Oh please!”
Sasha leaned back and looked into the girl’s eyes again, let her see the look of barely-contained desire and just-controlled violence on his face. She moaned in shock, her eyes darkening in pleasure at her ability to drive him so totally wild. He grasped her chin viciously as he wiped all traces of desire from his face and replaced it with the cold brutality that had made her so wet when he first touched her. She gasped, half in fear, and half in anticipation.
Sasha pulled the girl away from the wall and threw her onto the bed, turned away from her as he kicked off his boots. He turned back towards her as he dropped his knife, his gun and its holster to the floor. Suzanne was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her hands braced against the mattress, and her legs slightly apart and shaking violently. She skittered as far away as possible, pressing her knees together hard as Sasha unzipped his pants and stalked towards her, utterly predatory.
He grabbed her as he got onto the bed, dragged her by the legs until she was back in the middle, then forced her thighs apart. He wedged himself between her legs, tugged his underwear out of the way and pressed himself against her opening, pinning her wrists above her head. She cried out in pain as he thrust into her hard and settled his weight on top of her. Her heart was beating crazily with fear, but her body betrayed her as within what seemed like only moments, her muscles clenched around him and her back arched in orgasm.
Sasha groaned in pleasure as he felt the girl’s vaginal muscles contracting around his penis erratically. He continued to thrust hard inside her, waiting until she had recovered from her orgasm. When her eyes started to focus on him again, he leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear.
“Did you like that, little girl?” he growled, his voice guttural again in arousal. For the moment he had lost the ability to think in English, and had switched back to his own language. Suzanne had quickly learned to expand her vocabulary of Serbian smut over the past several hours, and she was able to understand exactly what he was saying as he went on. “Do you like being held down and fucked by a killer?” The girl whined in response, arched against him as she whispered “oh yes,” into his ear.
“You moan like a whore,” he whispered in English, sliding his hand to her arse so that he could pull her against him even harder. “You’re a beautiful, dirty little slut. Aren’t you?” He switched back to Serbian for a moment as he growled “moja mala kurva” into her ear. Little Slut.
Nobody had ever spoken to Suzanne like this before, and her face was burning in shame. But her body was burning twice as much as he called her a slut and a whore, and she liked it. She had never felt so desired in all her life. “Yes,” she whispered in reply, and he shuddered.
“Say it,” he growled, releasing his grip on her arse so that he could force her to look at him. “Tell me what a slut you are.”
Suzanne didn’t have a clue how to go about saying this in his language, so she had to resort to English. “I’m a slut and a whore, and I need you so much! Oh God Sasha, please don’t stop!”
“Do you want to feel me come inside you?” he asked, his voice hoarse and his head spinning. His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure at the thought of the girl calling herself a whore for him.
“Oh God yes!” she groaned. “But please not yet!” He smiled intensely.
“You want more?” he growled, sinking his teeth into her throat.
She cried out in pain, the sound turning into a desperate cry: “Yes!”
“You still need more, little slut?” he asked. “What does that make you?”
“I’m a total whore for you, Sasha,” she whispered. “Oh God, please let me come!”
Sasha slid his hand between their bodies and rested just to the side of Suzanne’s clitoris. She whined in need and he smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.” She did as he asked. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream for me like this every night. Do you understand?” She did. “And nobody else is ever going to touch you, do you understand that?”
Suzanne whispered another yes to Sasha’s final question. She would have said yes to anything. He slid his thumb on to her clitoris and stroked gently, then harder. Suzanne went rigid and screamed as she finally exploded into orgasm again. The contractions were even harder this time and they pushed Sasha over the edge into his own sexual bliss. He groaned “Oh, fuck!” as he thrust into the girl one final time, shuddering as his orgasm took control of him completely and he collapsed on top of his exhausted, beautiful little captive.
About Zeke Connor
Zeke is an English girl who started writing at an early age, but never quite got into the habit of finishing a story. She tends towards the darker side of fiction, and can generally be found lurking in a dimly lit corner, scribbling away whenever her writing muse decides to pounce upon her. She spends much of her writing time being assisted by her two kittens, who don’t know many words yet but are very enthusiastic about helping to type anyway.
You can find out more about Zeke as she types it at http://zeke-blogs.blogspot.com.
Books by Zeke Connor
Hunted
Suzanne never believed that she was the type of woman who would allow herself to be dominated by a man, even if he was as strong-willed and intense as she was herself. So as she dangled naked in a dimly-lit room and stared into the eyes of the man who was tasked with breaking her will at any cost, she was quietly confident that he could not win.
But as Sasha slowly stripped away her defenses and drew her into his world of passion, pain and intense pleasure, Suzanne found that she needed to choose between the job she was duty-bound to complete, and the dark side of her nature that Sasha had so easily awakened.
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